A while back somebody posted about Katrien Meire and acronyms. I reckon very soon we need a section on Chris O'Loughlin and limericks. Apparently he was born in Limerick, and he's now in Charlton and there's been a lot in between - but pretty hard for journalists and writers to research.
If you actually try to find out any information about him, you will find the trail leads back straight to the horse's mouth. He himself is the source of almost everything that's on Wikipedia and in interviews such as one that appeared in The Irish Sun, which I posted on here a while back. Either the guy's a figment of his own imagination, or he's a great publicist - but this mystery that surrounds every key figure at the club makes me think that some Lord Lucan's riding Shergar around the boardroom on Saturdays behind the darkened windows.
Anyway I have tried to find any Cliftonville supporter who has ever seen Chris O'Loughlin play or has even heard of him off-hand and have not found one, not even the club's official historian. I'm not saying he didn't play for them and it doesn't even matter if he did or not, but everything about his situation makes me think of the (sometimes unconscious) exaggeration that people come up with at the start of their careers when they're looking for a job. Often at that stage of your career, you don't realise you are going to be out of your depth and that seems to be a feature of several people in the club at the present time too. I got this sense of his not understanding the complexities of local context when he talked about not being able to get a job in Northern Ireland. The reason for that is probably because it's a very particular type of football environment where you need to have contacts with people and players at that level. Probably not that different from the 3rd or 4th division (to which I genuinely fear that we could be heading).
Now having said all that I do hope he turns out to be a decent coach or manager as he is inevitably going to become at some stage. Last night at the Trust meeting David White said that there are few really great players who become great managers. So the reverse logic of that is Chris O'Loughlin could finally become the non Scottish born Alex Ferguson that we've been waiting for since Guy Luzon departed in what seems like a dozen managers ago.
But anyway I look forward to the limericks at some stage. Until then I will keep up the search for a Cliftonville fan who knows anything about our prospective new manager even if that's not what he is called yet.
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I thought they were a girl band.
I give up.
For the Job Roly's arse did he kiss,
He sure loved a good craic,
But he'll soon get the sack,
This lot really are taking the piss.
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Got in pissed and fell asleep in the back
But the driver was a rude un
And took him all the way to Saint Truden -
Dumped him outside Roly's window and got him the sack.
who thought it would be quite a blast,
to manage a side
on a permanent slide,
three months - that all it will last!
Whose hobby it was to make jams and preserves
His ambition was to be a coach for Uncle Roly
So he buttered him up with a jam roly poly
But it was horrible and he got sacked and that's what he deserves
To get promotion and put things right
Buying socks, shirts and pants in red
As well an Addicks duvet for his bed
He pondered why fans wore black n white
in a cabin was Chris and Rolay
as they sailed out of Dover,
Roly said chris bend over,
and belguims a bloody long way
He makes us customers sick
Chris O'Loughlin woh woh ooo
@centurion
is it pronouced "O - lock - lin" or "O - lof - lin" ?
employed people who weren't all legit,
like that long-nosed young lawyer -
the deficient destroyer,
'cos his brains were all mushy like shit.
To whom Roland said "Manage this!"
To Sparrows Lane he came
To deflect the blame
Now that really is taking the p*s
Who travelled to London for a tryste.
He never knew Tinder
could cause him so much hinder
and all because of a Nightmeire called Miss!
Before I spend any time on this - Am I allowed to rhyme um-bongo with Congo?
But not the one that we miss
The results weren't that funny
And Roland lost more money
It's really just taking the piss
Charlton manager in all but name
but poor old Chris
Only nipped out for a piss
and Roly had sacked him again.
Meire's masterplan ripped up in the bin
She put her trust in Russell Slade
Who didn't make the grade
So Roly's network puppet has flown in
But Chris's appointment is but a farce
A new manager will throw him on his arse
A spy for the regime
Protests will become more extreme
As the Valley becomes ever more sparse
But my friends there's no need to have fear
We will rid Charlton of Roly and Meire
We've fought in elections before
They can't win this war
Ridding Charlton of Katrien's verbal diarrhoea
Thinks this latest no hoper will do
Truth is all she cares
Is for vol-au-vents & eclairs
As we hurtle on down to League Two
Who had to win or fall on his sword
He was the best of the bunch
He lasted six months
So got a long service award
Said "I've never worked with The Turks"
"Try a vol au vent or two
Then you can be part of the crew"
Forgetting to say she was Sue Perks
Whose biggest game yet was Sint Truiden v Club Bruges
His experience will be invaluable
Although his tactics are unfathomable
But at least he has his own luge
O'Loughlin has walked through the door
To assist in their quest
To be seen as the best
At being rotten right down to the core
At last everything's great, there's no hitch
Then CARD spoiled his birthday
He called Meire right away
And said sack that fat son of a bitch